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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Good Knight!

Mrs. B and Oliver had the most hilarious interplay last night. They were playing with legos or puppets or something, and Oliver decided to say that his little guy was a knight. A good knight, not a bad knight.

O: "I'm a good knight!"

Mrs. B: (slyly) "Good night!"

She burst out laughing. He just got annoyed. So he tried to explain again that he was a good knight.

Mrs. B: "Good night!"

O: "No, I'm a knight!"

Mrs. B: "Good night!"

O: "No!"

And then he tried to clarify. "There are two kinds of nights. I'm the kind of knight that rides a horse. I'm not the kind of night that you say when you say good night."

Mrs. B: "Good night!"

O: "Stop it."

That kept going for at least ten minutes, and Mrs. B and I kept cracking up every time she delivered the line.